Richard did not like a multiplicity of personal attendants.

Of the score of souls within the walls of that house, Richard would meet only Mr.Gwynn and Matzai.

This was as the wisdom of Solomon, since neglect is born of numbers.
Mr.Lorimer Gwynn was a personage--clean and tall and slim and solemn and sixty years of age.

He was as wholly English as Mr.Pickwick was wholly Skye, and exuded an indomitable respectability from his formal, shaven face.

Rumor had it that Mr.Gwynn was fabulously rich.
It was in June when Mr.Gwynn came to town and leased the house just vacated by Baron Trenk, late head of the Austrian diplomatic corps.